Say your prayers. I won’t be here tomorrow. Or maybe according to somebody else’s life I will be. But whose choice is that?
~ the Word chef
Why do we call the sun, that which heats the earth, the sun? Why do we assign any word to mean anything, something? Sun sounds like son. Say it in your mind; they both sound the same. “The Sun (Son) Also Rises”, as in Ernest Hemingway. You can be sure of one thing, “the sun […]